A Street Brawl

Huang Yue watched Wang Ying leave, offering him his blessings in his heart. Then he returned to the Great Soul Arena to find someone new to team up with.

Otherwise, he could only take part in one single-person Soul Fighting match each day. Wouldn't that make his earnings plummet? That was absolutely unacceptable.

After Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling registered their points, they met up with Ling Yun and the others, then left the Great Soul Arena together.

"Come on, let's get something to eat. My treat," Yu Tianheng said.

Yu Tianheng led the way, followed by Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling. Ling Yun walked behind Ye Lingling, while the brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo brought up the rear. Seeing them like that, anyone who didn't know better would've thought they were on their way to start a fight!

Wherever the six went, pedestrians instinctively moved aside.

Some of the passersby looked at them with undisguised disgust. Clearly, they took them for spoiled young nobles.

The six felt thoroughly awkward and quickened their pace, wanting nothing more than to get off the street as soon as possible.

After they passed another group of people, a muscular young man began talking, making no effort to hide his disgust.

"Look at how arrogant and overbearing they are. These nobles are infuriating. What the hell are they so cocky about?"

"Tai Long, keep your voice down."

"Don't go looking for trouble!"

All six were Soul Grandmasters, so they had good hearing to begin with. Besides, Tai Long had done it on purpose and hadn't lowered his voice at all.

The six stopped in unison, turned around, and fixed their eyes on Tai Long. Dugu Yan and Yu Tianheng asked at the same time, "What did you say?"

Ling Yun studied Tai Long carefully. He looked about fourteen, stood around five foot nine, and his most striking feature was his ridiculously exaggerated muscles. His arms were nearly as thick as Yu Tianheng's legs.

Ling Yun remembered Tai Long quite well. He'd given him a vivid understanding of the saying, "Beat up the young, and the old will come."

After taking a liking to Xiao Wu, Tai Long had challenged Tang San to a fight, only to get taught a lesson. Then his father came looking for trouble with Tang San, only to be knocked out by Tang San's poison. And that still wasn't the end of it—Tai Long's grandfather came next.

That time, his grandfather had forced Tang San to reveal his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, then promptly acknowledged Tang San as his young master.

Tai Long stared straight at Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan, his tone full of provocation. "I said, what the hell are you so cocky about? Did you hear me this time?"

Tai Long wasn't afraid in the slightest. He was the grandson of the Strength Clan's patriarch. The Strength Clan's Soul Masters specialized purely in strength, and every Soul Ring they obtained boosted their power, all for the sake of achieving explosive force.

His grandfather, Tai Tan, was currently an eighty-fifth-level Soul Douluo. In terms of strength alone, he even surpassed some Titled Douluo. That was where Tai Long's confidence came from.

"Was I wrong? A bunch of spoiled young nobles dressed in fancy clothes. When everyone keeps their distance from you, do you think it's only natural? Does it make you feel pleased with yourselves? I can't stand people like you."

"Bah! What do a bunch of spoiled young nobles amount to? They're not fit to be compared with us."

Yu Tianheng felt insulted.

The six of them had simply been walking along normally. They hadn't insulted anyone, nor had they shoved anyone around.

They'd just been walking quietly, thinking about going to eat.

And now this had happened. Yu Tianheng felt like he shouldn't have left home today. What a miserable nuisance.

"In my eyes, there's no difference between you. You're all cut from the same cloth!"

"Tai Long, that's enough!" The one trying to talk him down was a tall, skinny young man with a somewhat shifty appearance. He had a slender build, pale skin, prominent joints, and dark circles under his eyes, looking as though he'd stayed up for three nights straight.

"Jing Ling, you coward. What are you afraid of? I'm here!"

Tai Long didn't appreciate it at all. He kept his eyes on Yu Tianheng, who was at the front, and looked at him with disdain. "You look like a Soul Master too. Got the guts to take me on?"

"Come on, then! I'll beat you until you look like a pig!"

Yu Tianheng charged straight at him. Tai Long planted his feet and struck a pose, pounding both fists against his chest. The dull thuds of fist against muscle showed off his peerless strength.

When Yu Tianheng reached him, Tai Long met him with a straight punch.

The ordinary people nearby scattered of their own accord, then watched from the sidelines. They loved watching battles between Soul Masters.

You had to pay to enter the Great Soul Arena, so if there was a chance to see a fight on the street, they couldn't possibly miss it.

Ling Yun and the others watched from the side, focused and ready to join the brawl at any moment.

Seeing that his side was outnumbered, Jing Ling decided to wait and see. If Tai Long gained a clear advantage, he'd jump in and help. Otherwise, he'd leave Tai Long to handle it alone.

It wasn't that he was disloyal. Tai Long had brought this on himself with his big mouth!

When Yu Tianheng's fist slammed into Tai Long's, the momentum of his high-speed charge was stopped cold.

A tingling numbness spread through his entire arm.

Tai Long, on the other hand, only took two steps back before steadying himself. His second punch was already aimed at Yu Tianheng's face.

"What strength!"

"This young master's just strong! You're a weakling compared to me!" Tai Long taunted him, taking advantage of his superior strength.

"Heh, I admit you're stronger than me. But strength alone isn't enough. I said I'd beat you until you looked like a pig, so that's what I'll do."

"Then I'll be the one to beat you until you look like a pig!"

Tai Long's fist tore through the air and slammed toward Yu Tianheng's face. Yu Tianheng crossed his arms in front of himself, and the blow sent him staggering back several steps. His arms burned with pain.

Tai Long dug in his heels and rushed forward. A glimmer of blue appeared between Yu Tianheng's brows as he activated Martial Soul Possession.

Blue-purple lightning crackled through the air. His right arm underwent Dragon Transformation, and his First Soul Ring lit up in an instant. Thunder Dragon Claw appeared.

Sensing danger, Tai Long stopped in his tracks and activated Martial Soul Possession. He grew even taller, his arms swelling and thickening as dense fur sprouted across them. His muscles grew even tighter and more exaggerated, making him look brimming with strength.

Seeing this, Jing Ling felt extremely lucky he hadn't joined in. He hadn't expected Tai Long's random target to be from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"You're from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

"A Great Strength Gorilla Martial Soul. You're from the Strength Clan."

"This was a misunderstanding. I'm a student at Blue Tyrant Academy. I apologize!" Tai Long withdrew his Martial Soul and changed his tune.

He'd heard that the dean, Liu Erlong, was from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. If she found out, he couldn't even imagine what would happen to him.

When Yu Tianheng heard Blue Tyrant Academy mentioned, he stopped too. The dean of Blue Tyrant Academy was his aunt, and he'd visited the academy a few times, but had never run into Tai Long.

"We were just walking along peacefully. How did we become spoiled young nobles in your eyes?"

"It was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Yu Tianheng found the whole thing boring and called for his group to carry on to dinner.

The onlookers were greatly disappointed and soon dispersed as well.

Jing Ling came over. Tai Long glanced at him and said, "You coward, you really weren't loyal. You didn't even say you'd help me."

"You weren't losing, were you?"

"True!" Tai Long looked full of swagger. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was definitely no weakling when it came to strength. His Soul Power was still lower than Yu Tianheng's, yet he was stronger than Yu Tianheng, which made him quite pleased with himself.

"It's a shame my grandfather isn't a Titled Douluo yet. Otherwise, I'd have to see who'd come out on top between us."

At that moment, Tai Long couldn't help feeling that his own grandfather was a little weak.